Piers Marchant

A film critic and writer based out of the great city of Philadelphia; personal highlights include living through an earthquake with Elizabeth Olson, asking an arcane question of the Coen Brothers (which they almost entirely brushed off), and inadvertently pissing off Ray Liotta.

Few film experiences are more deeply satisfying than watching a psychotically disturbed villain get what's coming to them. It's one of the key emotional resolutions in all of cinema, so why, then, do so many, many films get this simple, primal act so terribly, terribly wrong?